Veiled are the spirits that roam around free
Harsh is the grief of possibilities
Gentle of hand and calming of heart
Shocking release through death now apart
Shadows of memories deeply resound
Waves of infinity dearly are bound
Braided through the strands of fate
Unfurled the entrance of Heaven’s gate
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
Hosanna High Community Burial Project
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
...just a voice from the eastern Himalayan summits...
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Life as an American poet of excellence
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Love Letters to the Tar Pit
singing the stories that seek me
binge thinking and other things in life
Mare Martell 
Oh my goodness, what a fitting piece for All Saints Day. Any what a piece for all who have lost a loved one (or two) this year. Thank you. Mom
Love as God loves and live as Jesus lived.
Rev. Tim TenClay